It's the ak ha ha, the ak hoo hoo (Akineyle)       Verse One:       Yo, y'all know what's about to happen    When I proceed to give you what you need and the Ak start rappin    I throw rhymes like children throwin balls on project bricks    In other words I be kickin that old off the wall shit    I don't rehearse they don't come better than    I don't need light, 'cause I'm a late night person like David Letterman    You know the whole repoitoire not far from a star    Baby Pah, the Ak can shine like ArmorAll       Chorus       Verse Two:       Akineyle, producing more stunning hits    So call me Ex-Lax, 'cause I'm about ready to start runnin shit    Toss and TURNIN ya, watch Ak BURNIN ya    You can't hold your own you fuck around and catch a HERNIA   (Akineyle)    So don't sleep, nor yet drowsing    My name itself bring more Heartbeats than Robert Townsend    I hurdle over rappers like a stallion    Carry it back with more Fame than Debbie Allen, nigga       Chorus       Verse Three:       My lyrics'll reign real bright so dim the lights and it won't get DULLER    It doesn't take Rosie Perez to see my living COLOR    I rain over heads just like an UMBRELLA    So strong that baby's boosted and I'm FULLER    History in the making, never one for backspins    throw and kneel, but you're still, MC's I be BREAKIN    Ak saniTATION    I leave skid marks on the concrete streets    from all the brothers that I be scrapin       Chorus       Verse Four:       Permanent scars as I sabotage    My style's so milky I should get down with Haagen-Daaz    More heatwave than a do rag does to a CAESAR    Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle FEVER    George like WHEEZY    'cause I be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood SKEEZER    Once the hip-hop strangeler    I throw your whole rap on a coat rack kid and just hang it up       Chorus       Verse Five:       So step to the AK-ER, the hip-HOPPER    And get your ass kicked like a game of SOCCER    Skills are fatter than a grease spot    'cause I love to rock that nasty home-cooked hip-hop    I watch girls check it, I make bitches wanna jump butt-naked    Like the Doo Doo Brown record    But now I peep on low and they have to stop    When they hear my name, the motherfuckin Ak